I slowly shake my head. “But it’s an obligation. You and I have plenty of those.”
“We could just run away together. We talked about that all the time.”
“While walking home from parties drunk,” I remind her.
“Drunk mind, sober thoughts.”
I shake my head.
“Well tell me something you know you want. Anything. Large or small. I, for example, would love to go somewhere where I can blend in and not be me. Where I’m just another person and my name doesn’t matter at all.”
I take a step toward Juliana. I lazily drag my fingers up her neck and under her chin, stroking until she chooses to look up at me, I see her eyes dilate. I swallow. “I want the same thing I’ve wanted since I was fucking thirteen.”
She blinks at me, then blushes a soft shade of pink. “Gio.”
I lean forward and press my forehead to hers. “It’s proof we don’t always get what we want.”
“You might be more appealing now.”
“Is it the lack of pimples?”
She laughs once. “More that my father would kill you if he knew. He wouldn’t approve.”
“I think he specifically told me he chose me because nothing will happen between us.”
She trembles and strokes over my chest. “How do you feel about that?”
“I don’t give a fuck what he says. I told you – you’re what matters right now.”
She takes an unsteady breath and I can practically taste the yes on her tongue. Still, I move slowly. Juliana isn’t a woman to rush. There are consequences for it. I take a shuddering breath against her mouth and feel her open for me, surrendering and giving in.
Groaning, I kiss her like I’ve been dreaming about since kissing itself stopped being a gross concept to me. My arms wind around her and I slowly explore her mouth. But the ‘slow’ doesn’t last for long. Because she tastes better than I dreamed, smells amazing, and feels right in my arms.
She lets out a little whimper and my control is gone. I bend down enough to pick her up and set her on the counter, guiding her legs around my waist. Juliana gives a soft groan as I grind against her, pull her so tight that nothing could get between us and suck her tongue.
Her hands thread through my hair until I grab her wrists and pin them down behind her. All she can do is kiss me back and roll her body against mine. I groan and toss my shirt to the side after a second.
I’m too hot and I’m positive that it has nothing to do with the heat of the oven and has everything to do with the sexy minx in my arms. She strokes over my chest, grips my sides, and guides my hands to the hem of her dress.
“Are you sure?” I ask. “We are still in the kitchen.”
“Take what you want.” She pants. “Let’s be greedy with each other.”
Fuck, what’s a man supposed to say to that? I rip her dress off, but she gets caught and laughs as I trap her face. I chuckle, but kiss over her bare breasts, licking and sucking as she moans. Once we finally get her free, she pouts at me, hair a mess, makeup a little smudged.
She’s never looked sexier.
I kiss her to prove it. She moans and tightens her arms around me, gripping my shoulder blades hard. I explore her body eagerly, sure that she’s going to come to her senses and toss me to the side. Instead, she arches into every touch, shivers, pants, and begs me for more.
I cup her breasts and wrap my mouth around one of her nipples. She nods and bites her lip. “Yes, Gio. Just like that.”
Groaning, I slowly slide my other hand up the inside of her thighs towards her thong. She spreads her legs wider, welcoming me. I cup the back of her head and jerk her down to kiss me again as I push the thin, very wet strip of fabric out of the way so I can stroke her slit.
“Touch me like you mean it.” Juliana orders. “I’m not breakable.”
Groaning, I rub her clit in sure circles as she writhes against me. I take her other nipple in my mouth, licking and sucking until she’s trembling and moaning. When I push two fingers into her slick pussy, I feel her pulse around me, already on the edge of coming.
“Fuck yes,” She growls before her head falls back.